SWNOVELS Chapter 957
Chapter 957
Brittany was initially unwilling to associate with Ivy anymore, but, to her dismay, Ivy had become like glue since that day, sticking
to her side. Faced with no alternative, Brittany decided to turn a blind eye.
Isaac, catching wind of this, was rather surprised. “A princess has a crush on me?”
He couldn’t even recall Ivy’s face, let alone notice her affections for him.
“Are you disappointed?” Brittany quipped.
Isaac threw up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Not at all.”
He wrapped his arms around Brittany, planting a kiss on her, savoring her softness. “But what about you? Being buddies with
your rival, doesn’t that worry you?”
“Ivy won’t be setting her sights on you again.”
Ivy wasn’t exactly Miss Congeniality, but she wasn’t evil incarnate either, or else she wouldn’t have apologized.
Isaac didn’t dwell much on it; his focus was on the new branch office. Since its launch, he’d been hustling, snagging projects left
and right. Riding on the coattails of Grandeur Capital’s reputation, he quickly secured two major deals, and it was only a matter
of time before he delivered a stellar performance.
Their sweet nothings lasted late into the night until a call from Ophelia came through.
“Bri, can you reach out to Saskia for me?”
“What’s up?” A sense of foreboding gripped Brittany. “Is there trouble?”
“Jonathan’s condition has worsened; he’s in critical care.”
Ophelia, who had left her contact info at the hospital, explained that Jonathan’s initial minor burns had escalated due to neglect,
resulting in a severe infection that now endangered his life.
The hospital had no choice but to contact Ophelia.
After reaching out to the Metzgers and getting no response, as they seemed determined to wash their hands of Jonathan,
Ophelia turned to Brittany for Saskia’s contact.
Brittany hadn’t expected things to spiral this way and got in touch with Saskia.
Saskia, after hearing the news, simply hung up and went back to her blissful slumber.
Ophelia kept vigil at the hospital, feeling trapped as the hospital staff, fearing liability, refused to let her go.
The rescue efforts continued through the night
It wasn’t until the wee hours that the Metzgers finally showed up. Blood was thicker than water, and Mrs. Metzger couldn’t
entirely abandon her son.
Upon seeing Ophelia waiting outside the room, Mrs. Metzger, tears streaming down her face, murmured her thanks. “Ophelia,
I’m so grateful.”
Just then, the doors to the emergency room swung open.
“Ophelia, he’s stable for now, but the infection is severe. It might be some time before he wakes,” the doctor informed.
Mrs. Metzger’s heart, which had been hanging by a thread, settled back into place, and she nearly fainted from relief.
Jonathan lay unconscious for a full forty-eight hours. The first person he saw upon waking was Ophelia.
As he came to, Ophelia stood up. “Jonathan.”
Jonathan stared at her intently, his lips quivering. After a long struggle, he managed to utter, “Who are you?”
Ophelia thought he was just groggy from sleep, replied, “Now that you’re awake, you better focus on healing. And remember to
remind Mrs. Metzger about the project she promised me.”
She wasn’t running a charity; her caring for Jonathan was contingent upon their business deal. Now that he was awake, she felt
it was time to leave.
Ophelia grabbed her bag. Suddenly, she heard Jonathan’s voice, followed by a thud.
Startled, she turned around.
Jonathan lay on the floor, his handsome face ashen with pain. Refusing to let go, his gaz fixated on Ophelia. “Don’t leave, it
hurts.”
It was then that Ophelia realized something was seriously off. She immediately called for a doctor to conduct a thorough
examination.
The doctor’s conclusion was grim. “Based on the current findings, Mr. Metzger has amnesia.”
“It’s not just the infection?”
“The high fever from the infection could have caused memory loss,” the doctor replied with a hint of resignation.
Ophelia felt detached from the situation and was about to leave when Jonathan gripped the hem of her dress. “Please, don’t go.”